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I can't speak, I can't dance
I'm at a cliff, I can't grasp chance
As you stare at me, i can only yell
Your name in the distance, in late cold November
They say it was sadness, but it's my cherophobia
The hermosa of the Earth is evil quite for my hand
I can't do anything, these are chains
Scissors, cursing my mouth, wanting it
To split my skills and kills my eyes
You were my sunrise and I'm the vast ocean
I can only cry when you fell at the cliff
My love, I stayed, the sky is bleeding
Comeback, you're my key, to doors
That opens suddenly, cringe, and in labor
I need you, angel Gabriel, but your face is abstract
I don't know, I can only wake up, it's the post-note
YOU ARE READING
Acquiescent Lullaby
Poetry[COMPLETED] keen words from heart and emotions; explanation? none, but acceptance. the twelfth of January, 2020. the seventeenth of June, 2020.
